Yo man, I'm hungry man
Hey what chu want man? You want
some breakfast or somethin'?
I want a lil' lil' somethin' yeah yea milk
and cereal or somethin'
Somethin' man! Just
a little breakfast food ya know?
Mm I don't know man (ay)let's see
what I got in my cabinet
Hold on let me see what I got
in my cabinet
Somebody hit me with a little,
baseline or groove, knamsayin'?
Yeah, breakfast food,
uh
I made ya look, ya dirty crook
Then picked your pocket, watch me book
Like Guinness I'm a menace,
so call me hip- hop's Dennis
So open wide, and say (ah)
And I'ma slide my yolk, in your throat,
and watch ya choke
On the uh the ah the uh the
daddy long- stroke
Stroke Long Daddy Money,
if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop,
runnin' shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney,
cause I took your Fruity Pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat,
top that, I'm fat troop
Drop the loop,
then a scooper hoop ya like a hula
To school a fool I present,
a church to repent
I get you Guess'n like jeans,
you're just a hill of beans
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick
The razzmatazz oh please oh please
just give me just one more blast
I get off like Prince,
but I don't have to show my ass
Pass the rest, like a test,
if you slip then you'll get ripped
With your handicapped pass route,
and "Tales From the Crypt"
I whip on that ass like base ba- bay
The Sense is good- goobley- goo, ask Gravy
Or LaMont, or Rollo,
down at the, Apollo
Come follow me now (BO! Where's
Sue?) I don't know
Even En Vogue,
be tellin' me ya don't go
When it's time for show
(yea) everyone says
Ho (ho) ho (ho) couldn't
be a slider
Cause I never slip,
kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo,
cause you're just a Menudo
Emcee gettin' chewed like vegetables
Ah cabbage is a cabbage,
a lettuce is a lettuce
I'ma tear this whole joint into scraps
I bust raps, perhaps caps,
and trap the wack tracks
Givin' the max, for the minimum,
not the minimum for the max
Get more sex than Wilt the Stilt so
you can call me the Stiltest
You're takin' shorts like Arnold,
To keep the hot raw,
I'm rollin', rollin'
Bowlin' spare me! Fuss ya
hushed mouth mush
Lush alcohol's excessive
like a Jefferson
Movin' on up, progressive
One time for your brain, cell
And when I get through,
you say, aw hell man!
Styles that I free won't, stop til the end
Paper I go on and go on with the pen
Get a max of funk,
attack or sunk *huff, huff*
One blow,
and emcees are gone with the wind
Kickin' the dumber rhyme,
I'm not a print
But I'm fresh, heatin' up like the summertime,
summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen,
but I keep you buzzin'
Like a bee,
a dozen attempts is in the toilet
Cause I flush the dime an
d I'm not a Leader
Cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick with Rakim, you
+Run For Cover+ brother
But I kick it with Petey cause I'm just
another mother (sucker)
Blo' Pop time (it's
Blo' Pop time)
It's Blo Pop time (it's
Blo' Pop time)
In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and Chico
It's seven, not six, my shirt extra- large
But I wear, I wear I wear it well
like DeBarge
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop,
like you ain't spinach
Then it's, time to let you know
We count it up, one two three and fo'
Uh! Count
it up
Nah we gon' count it down
Nah man, we're gonna count it up
Mm, let's get back to that umm,
food tip though, the breakfast tip
Food tip? Well you just check
Cause you know what we need
What can I have?
Around and round and upside down
and upside down we go
Whoa! I'ma sneak in the front row
Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on skid row
I don't wear Monie's hat,
but I was a monkey in the middle
Hey diddle diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
I take a squat,
and booty M- C's be sayin' oh shit!
Yo, I turn Bucktown into Fucktown
You're just a field goal kid,
and I'm a touchdown
With the next point to the next joint,
so tell Spike about it
I'm all that, that your bitch be
writin' home about it
Shout it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah!
This could be love, but um,
don't let em fool ya
Cause when I do ya,
come down come down after me come
Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but um,
I gotta run
Run Jesse Run, keep hope alive
I'm down with the B- boys,
fuck the Jackson 5
You jive- ass turkey,
a- pit- apitta- a- aperk be
You can get ill, but don't, hurt me, hurt me
Or urk me, cause see I'll
outsmart you like the Urkel
B- boys at the school of hard knocks,
in a circle
Pass the sess blunt,
yeah stud, you ain't know?
I want to go bang, I said,
bang- o, bang- oh bang- oh
Or bojangle jingle jangle on the jaw
Hip- hip, hooray,
oh now you want to be all lovable?
Don't push or pull, or you'll see,
I'ma wreck it out
MC's be checkin' in but
they don't be checkin' out
I leave em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and
take your ass back to Kansas
